1 In every believer two armies are seen,
The new man of grace, and the old man of sin;
In Christ he is perfect, and free from all guilt,
Yet in himself evils are both seen and felt.

2 As one in the Lord, he’s a true son of peace;
In himself, he is nothing but sin and disgrace;
His body’s the temple of the Holy Ghost,
And Christ in him dwelleth as King of one host.

3 When Christ takes possession, and proves himself King,
Then sin, world, and Satan, their forces will bring;
Nor will they be wanting of gun-shot from hell;
The old prince of darkness will furnish them well.

4 Yet such is the power and love of our King,
In spite of all hell we of victory sing;
For though sin and devils against us unite,
’Tis Christ fights our battles, and puts them to flight.

5 The victory is thine! then let hell do its worst;
For Christ will still reign, and of Christ thou shalt boast;
And when the fight’s ended, the crown thou shalt wear,
And glory immortal with Christ thou shalt share.